The first and only memory I remember vividly of my mother was watching her die. I didn't understand what the earth-shattering noise I heard was but over the years I've learned to know what followed- death.
I stood a few steps away from my mother resting beside a tree as I watched mother use her beautiful long trunk to drink from the river. It was a beautiful and peaceful moment until the sharp piercing sound sliced through the air, sliced through me, and straight into mother.
I have come to believe that bad things happen unexpectedly and only the good things are expected, life can be cruel and to expect anything less would be a lie.
Mother died on the spot, It was a quick death an unexpected one. Her body fell heavily to the side on the ground and in her death time didn't stop or bother to slow down instead it ran by.
